#or to just simply disappear

[vespvcc]

I'm having a BPD spike. I'm super triggered, and I really just wanna disappear, y'all.

[tagerrkix]

WHERE IS HE D:

(sorry for deleting and posting this again 🙇‍♂️🙇‍♂️ one tiny insignificant thing was bothering me and when I edited it it wouldn't show on reblogs and that kinda made me go 😠😠😠)

[starry-bi-sky]

Blood Blossom Au: Baby's First Commissioner Meeting :)

TL:DR This Post: Danny (orphan) gets poisoned with blood blossom extract by Vlad. He runs away from him and ends up under the care of one Pre-Robin Battinson Batman! Starry is loudly pushing her batdad agenda.

(Also known as "Late At Night, When The Nightingale Sings" on my ao3!)

This was a fun rough idea I've been sitting on for weeks, thinking about how Commissioner Gordon and Nightingale's first meeting might go.

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Commissioner Gordon likes to think that he's adjusting to the new normal of Gotham very well, -- the new normal being grown men running around dressed like bats, in military-grade strength body armor, committing acts of vigilantism, -- and slowly, little by little, he was no longer being surprised when this new normal pops up out of the shadows like the world's most terrifying daisy. His shaving lifespan thanks him for it.

....

The kid is a surprise though.

Granted, he seemed to be a surprise to the Bat too.

There's been a string of murders lately, -- which, in Gotham, is kind of like saying there's been another storm during monsoon season. And there's just been another; in some dilapidated building down in south Gotham, with the broken, boarded-up windows and mildew-crawling walls to match. The victim is a man in his thirties, multiple gunshot wounds to the chest, left in the center of the room for the blood to pool out around him.

The place is already secured when he arrives, the building swarmed with officers and the forensic detectives. The Bat emerges shortly after he does -- or, he might've been here the whole time, hiding someplace dark and shadowy. For his own sanity, Gordon doesn't think about it too hard.

The kid is a surprise, and he appears like a bolt of lightning.

He shows up in the middle of a conversation Gordon is having with the Bat.

A whistle, sharp and loud, slicing through the air, meant for open air rather than a confined space. Gordon's ears pierce and protest the sound, and the solemn, murmured chatter floating through the room abruptly cuts off like the swing of a gavel. As he turns towards the sound -- as they all do -- he swears, up and down, that he sees Batman's shoulders jump, just slightly.

At the source, perched on the window, is a boy. A boy in a gray-blue scarf and an oversized black hoodie, one that hangs off his frame and has ace bandages wrapped around the wrists in some attempt to cinch the sleeves. The hood is up, big like the rest of it, and threatens to swallow the upper half of the boy's face whole in the fabric. What upper half Gordon can see, is smeared with some kind of opaque, black face paint. He's holding onto the side of the frame with one hand, on his hip is a grappling hook. A familiar grappling hook.

Gordon has multiple questions, and his officers tense up.

Martinez puffs up, brows furrowing as his face shapes into a frown. Shoulders rolling back. "You can't be here, kid--"

The reaction is immediate, like a spark to gunpowder, the boy yanks his fingers from his mouth and his mouth twists into a scowl. Head snapping over to Officer Martinez, his hood manages to stay on but Gordon swears that as he bares his teeth, the glint makes them look sharper than they should be. His voice is rasp and quiet and harsh; snappish in its hissing; "Put a fuckin sock in it, Martinez. I'm not stayin."

Martinez reels back, and the boy immediately veers his attention off him. Like a switch, his demeanor drops. Despite half his face being covered, his mouth twists into a cringing, apologetic smile. Slanted and off-beat, embarrassed. It'd be disarming if this wasn't Gotham, and if he didn't just hiss at Martinez like he was about to bite his head off.

"Sorry." He whispers, voice deceptively polite and softer now. Gordon has to strain his ears to hear him. "I was looking for him."

He points his finger towards-- Gordon? No, Gordon follows the direction, and finds himself looking at -- the Bat.

The Bat, who always looks stiff as a pole, now looks even stiffer. Somehow. Well, the explains the grappling hook attached to the boy's waist.

"What are you doing here?" The Bat says, gruff and unable to completely smother the stumble of surprise in his tone.

The boy still holds a sheepish smile, and slips off the window ledge. His feet hit the creaky boards with a near-silent thud, the Batman finds his feet and rapidly begins crossing the room.

Gordon notes the slight tremble in the boy's legs as he straightens. He adjusts his scarf, which droops close to his knees now that he's standing, and slings a backpack -- how long has had that? -- off his shoulders. When the Bat reaches his side, he does as he always does, and looms over the boy like a spectre. A threatening mass of shadows cloaked in all-consuming black. Standing next to him, the boy looks teeny in comparison.

The Bat is a man who terrifies even the most hardened criminals, Gordon has seen grown men shiver in fear at the mention of his name. And yet when the boy looks up at him, he doesn't even flinch.

Instead, his sheepish smile melts away like ice under the sun, holding only traces of his previous embarrassment. It remains as a shadow on his face, a small upturn at the corners of his mouth. The boy pushes his hood back just enough to reveal glinting, ice-flint eyes surrounded in tar-black face paint. He holds the backpack up with one arm. "You forgot this."

[villainsandvictimsalliance]

Who's going to write that fic where Kurogiri secretly survived and timed himself to take Tomura somewhere else so everyone would think he was dead.

And then they went for Toga, because everyone would also believe she was dead.

And years later they went for Touya after a lot of planning on how to make his dead convincing.

So now they're all living in some mountain, trying to figure out how and when to take Compress and Spinner with them.

[hexados-on-a-string]

ghosts can't haunt ghosts silly, must be your mistakes then !

[binah-beloved]

Garion who falls for a civilian, someone who simply works for one of the Corporations. someone who should mean less than nothing for her. yet somehow she finds herself head over heels, a cold, sadistic Arbiter in love. you're so kind and hardworking, and Garion can't help but approach and ask what you're doing. she's not sure how to seem anything apart from threatening, but you don't seem to mind her odd way of courting- it's much of her staring at you silently, or standing behind and watching you work. she's allowed to go anywhere, after all. she's an Arbiter.

often she appears covered in blood, satisfaction glinting in her cold eyes. each time, you fret, and each time, she merely smiles that chilling, beautiful smirk of hers and says that the blood is someone else's. it smears against your skin as she takes your hands; Garion, an Arbiter, and you, a nobody. but to her, you're everyone and everything that has ever mattered. she almost relishes your fretting, it's sweet and silly, since the blood is never hers. you can only worry for the day that it is, but for now she simply caresses your cheek and stares at you, heavy cloak draping over her body.

then, one day, Garion vanishes.

[littlemoriflower]

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔:･

a flower blossoms for its own joy

- oscar wilde

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔:･

[incorrect-fnaf-quotes]

Rambling about the Springtrap fangame idea in the tags.

[greenerteacups]

Are there any other wizarding families that are underexplored in canon and pique your interest in a similar way to the Blacks?

This is a unique function of what food my brain worms like to eat, but no one's doing it like the Blacks. The drama? The intrigue? The Gothic horror? The prodigal sons and lost daughters and killers and sinners and martyrs and saints? The wizard Catholicism of it all? The story of the House of Black is the best book never written.

[felikatze]

i love not being responsible for lab equipment worth several thousand euros. "you're just scared to drive" my car is 19 years old do you think it has good suspension. fuck no bro i'm not lab personel this is not my fucking problem!!!

[charmwasjess]

Whoops, I posted the smut.

[mournflame]

Sometimes you have sad thoughts about characters you don’t even write

[byanyan]

hello i have updated my pinned post to include links to byan's headcanon tag, memes i've reblogged, and my open starters, as well as a link to my multimuse blog. just as a general quality of life update for the blog uvu

[fated-normal-767]

Oddly enough I think Dolos is the character I can most easily imagine like a TMA esque statement for . Even when he’s just being a silly goober and running his casino, that’s got to be terrifying right ? Like casinos are by nature places of misery, and Dolos as a character being so cheerful and uncaring while being rigs games like that is kinda scary I think .

oh absolutely. He is terrifying. The key thing I want to do with him as a character is . Still highlight that he is very very scary and does bad things from time to time . But also . He does not want to . He doesn’t enjoy hurting or tricking people and he only realistically aims to take money from people who don’t need to and when he does hurt people he’s trying to protect others. But he just cannot possibly account for everyone that would be in the crossfire with a skill that dangerous . He will get people hurt. I think he cares and it’s not like he’s numb to it . It’s just that he’s only doing his best . Which is not very good simply due to the scale of it all.

[remyfire]

When the writer agonies hit.

[loderlied]

got a post on my dash that was like only annoying nerds will like 73 yards. well. as an annoying nerd supreme.